The rest of the art class had gone by fairly well and without much issue except for the occasional cold chills that ran up Stiles' spine once in a while. Jay simply smirked a bit every time it happened, almost as though the young winter fae was toying with him, and truth be told he likely was based on the mischievous glint in his icy blue eyes. As the class ended he stuck relatively close to Stiles as they picked up a somewhat business-like conversation.

"So you're Morrigan's human contact?" Jay asked once they were in the crowd, the other students in the crowd too caught up in the sounds of the hall, their friends or themselves.

"So you're the winter fae she said she was going to send?" Stiles asked in return getting a smirk from the other teen. "So how do you intend to lure the guy in?" he added as they rounded a corner.

"Well let's see, I'm a loner, I'm artistic, and I have a vindictive streak like you wouldn't believe." Jay responded bluntly as they began making their way to Stiles Economics class. "Or at least that's what he'll see, whether or not that is entirely accurate is up for debate." Jay added with a confidence that Stiles almost envied.

"So long as you don't play his game we should be okay. Not exactly sure what winter fae consider fun but I'd rather it not result in my friends being put through hell." Stiles said, his tone was serious but he tried to keep the conversation positive.

"Well there go my plans with the needles." Jay said with a sigh, cracking up as Stiles turned to look at him with wide and nearly petrified looking eyes. "Wow, you humans really don't have senses of humor do you?" Jay said before stopping just outside the door to the classroom. "Relax, my family is nothing more than artists, we don't deal in pain, we aren't a commune of sadists who like to tie people up and torture them. Once he latches on he's stuck, he'll be stuck there for a good long while." Jay said resting a hand on Stiles shoulder to ease him, only to see the teen tense up a little. "Right, winter's touch, not the most comforting of things." Jay added as he pulled his hand free.

"If by 'not the most comfortable' you mean feeling like someone just dropped an ice pack on my shoulder than yeah." Stiles said tugging on his shoulder again and massaging out the chill from it. "Any clue when it might happen? You know, Mr. Stalker Ghost coming in for a landing?" Stiles asked as he walked into the room and took a seat.

"Yeah, about five seconds ago Stilinski." came a voice through Jay's mouth that wasn't his own. "I'm really starting to hate you, oh so very much."

"It's nice hearing from you again too Matt." Stiles said facing forward as Finstock came in and made his way to the front of the class.

"I'd be better off inside of that guy than stuck in this son of a bitch." Matt said as Jay looked forward passively listening to Finstock begin his rant of a lesson.

"Don't know if you can remember Matt, but he's about the most inept person in this school." Stiles said as he smirked, feeling Matt's anger at his rising, yet knowing that Jay was keeping him well penned in.

"He could get you, Isaac, even Scott kicked off the team." Matt said hoarsely as Jay began to pull him back.

"Yes, give us more time to prepare since I wouldn't have to worry about games or practices anymore interrupting my research. Thank you for showing that you're still so painfully predictable, even when dead." Stiles whispered over his shoulder only to have Finstock walk over to him.

"Having a nice conversation with your boyfriend here Stilinski?" Finstock asked as he crossed his arms in front of himself.

"I wish coach, unfortunately he's not here." Stiles said in reply catching his teacher completely off guard, his mouth open in disbelief. "Oh come on coach is it really that big a shock? Come on." Stiles added rolling his eyes as several of the other people in the class turned to look at him Danny and Scott both fighting the urge to laugh as for once in his high school career Stiles had left their windbag of coach speechless.

Once Finstock had regained his composure he half glared down at Stiles and then went back to the front of the class to carry on his lecture. Once he was done and the bell rang signaling the end of the day they set off again, it was another practice day and so Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Danny and the twins moved their way to field followed by Jay.

"Didn't know you'd be joining the team Jay, or is this something you're doing for Matt's sake?" Stiles asked as he lagged back a little to speak with the other teen.

"Just because he's in prison doesn't mean he doesn't get recreational time. Besides, I need to be able to do something other than draw all day, just see if you can keep up." Jay said as they started laps, and though Stiles wanted to chalk it up to the cooling weather the slight bits of frost popping up on the field were definitely enough to know that Jay really did enjoy being outside. He also seemed to like sticking to the middle of the team as they ran around the field to warm up, keeping from appearing ambitious or apathetic. In other words, making an effort not to stand out and take too much notice from the coach or the other players, particularly those most likely to feel threatened.

Once it came time to split off into teams it was the same as last time, Scott, Aiden and Danny against Stiles, Isaac and Ethan. Though it seemed Finstock wanted to test out the skills of the new kid by throwing him into goal on Stiles' side of the field. Derek wasn't there today unfortunately to help root for Stiles however, but Stiles knew he would have been had circumstances been different. Lydia and Allison were up in the stands though along with Vivian and Morrell who both seemed to have their eyes trained on the goal on Stiles' side of the field. Jay merely raised his hand and waved at them before turning his eyes to the field as the ball was sent into play. In little time flat Scott and Aiden had rushed down the field with it and Scott as adept as he was still wasn't as fast on his reflexes, or as smooth as Jay made himself appear, with one fluid motion he'd not only caught the ball but sent it right into Ethan's net. Several of the other players just looked in shock at the flawless motion except for Danny who simply saw the opportunity to step up his game as his boyfriend came barreling down the field toward him along with Isaac. Scott tried rushing back only to have the ball zoom back over his head toward Aiden who had stayed behind. The game ended up becoming an amusing game of monkey in the middle with the werewolves running themselves ragged between the two goals. It eventually ended with Stiles scoring against Danny who by that time was just as tired if not more so than the werewolves.

"Right, so are all winter fae that good?" Stiles asked as they all headed back to the showers.

"That graceful? Yes. As for the skill most of that was Matt's, he never really did get the chance to let it shine through. Even after this mess is over I might let him stay with me for a while and have the life he didn't really get to have." Jay said almost sadly, his expression soft and remorseful.

Even Stiles had to admit if things had been different he would likely have done the same thing. "I can understand that, I'm not going to say I'm not glad he's gone, because let's face it, and if you're listening Matt understand me, please. He went off the deep end, and I don't mean that as some sort of really bad pun. If he hadn't tried to kill me, kill pretty much all of us, he would have probably fit in a hell of a lot better with us, we could have been there for him." Stiles said as they got changed.

"I can hear you, and you can shove it Stilinski." Matt said as he pushed through to snap at the hyperactive teen. Glaring at him with rage and pain filled eyes.

Scott and Isaac both rounded the row of lockers ready to step in if needed but Stiles just motioned for them to take a step back as he moved forward. "Listen Matt, you want to be pissed off at us, fine, go ahead and hate on us, but don't take it out on people who did absolutely nothing to you? You're lucky I didn't ask Morrigan to outright nix your ass." Stiles said locking eyes with those of their late classmate as they looked out from Jay's face. "Yeah, your life was fucked up, so was Isaac's, so was Derek's, so were Ethan and Aiden's, and okay yes the last two did kill people but that was because they were following bad orders." Stiles said as the locker room was beginning to empty, the twins in question rounding to join in on the conversation. "My point is that they didn't decide to make it their life's purpose to kill every single person who wronged them, hell my life hasn't been a bed of roses either lately but I'm making the best out of it that I can." Stiles added.

"Yeah I can imagine having the ability to ask for divine intervention can be a really rough life, and having people who genuinely give a shit about you, it must be such a terrible cross to bear." Matt said glaring hard back at Stiles. "You don't know a damn thing about how I feel."

"If you're talking about the being dead part, nope, been there too, so have Allison and Scott, yeah, it's terrifying, yeah no one should have to go through that. Yeah, they didn't take it seriously with you Matt, they were also stupid teenagers who were allowed to get trashed at a party, none of them were taking it seriously, and we all know that Isaac's dad was a complete douchebag. You wanna blame someone, blame…" Stiles began to say before getting cut off.

"Now, you wouldn't be speaking poorly of me now would you?" came an all too familiar voice to at least one of the people in the room, and as soon as Isaac heard it his blood ran ice cold and he froze in place. "You know Isaac; your friends really do need to learn some respect." Isaac's father's voice rang out as Finstock rounded the corner to look at them, but he definitely was not looking himself.

"I should have figured the coach would possess the coach. Listen Mr. Lahey I get that you have a lot of issues that you need to get through, but would you mind getting through them without possessing our Economics teacher, classes are bad enough with him as it is." Stiles said humorlessly as was possible.

"I didn't ask for your opinion now did I? Matt, István sent me to tell you that you aren't needed anymore." Lahey added as he made a step forward only to be launched back by a sudden and very cold blast of air. "The fuck!?" the spirit inhabited Finstock shouted as he got back up off the ground covered in a fine layer of frost.

"I'm sorry, were you expecting me to let you just attack me and not defend myself, you have quite the arrogance." Jay said as he shunted Matt's spirit back into wherever it was he was keeping it stored away. "The nerve of some ghosts I swear." Jay added rolling his eyes as he looked over to Finstock's still frosted form.

"The hell are you? Tell me right now!" Lahey shouted as he made forward again, likely intending to beat the answer out of the younger figure.

"Stiles, do you still have any of those shield knots drawn?" Isaac asked as he walked up beside the young High Priest.

"I think I know where you're going with this, make it a good one." Stiles said rifling through his back pack and handing one over, seeing the image transfer to Isaac's hand.

Isaac strode forward seeing his father's eyes staring right back at his own; it was definitely unexpected, suddenly seeing the boy who'd cowered in front of those same eyes for so long suddenly standing in front of them with rage and determination. "Isaac get out of my way or you'll get more of…" Lahey's voice began to say before being rudely interrupted by an uppercut right into Finstock's gut, sending the spirit of his father flying out his back and sending the coach falling unconscious to the floor.

"That wasn't polite Isaac." Lahey said as he advanced forward only to be hurled back into and through a set of lockers.

"Neither was locking me up in a fucking freezer every time I didn't meet up to your standards, neither was throwing glass at me and then saying it was my fault when I ended up getting cut or bruised. Neither was treating me like absolute shit just because Cam died!" Isaac roared out as he bore down on the shade of his father.

"You leave him the fuck out of this! He was the son I wanted, not you!" Isaac's father shouted back and it was as though a switch had been flipped in Isaac, his eyes drew to lines, his fangs bared and claws out.

"Mom died because of him, because of you." Isaac snarled out before tearing a wispy trail through his father's ghost causing it to recoil and pull further away. "Get the hell out of my sight dad, and don't you dare come anywhere near me or my friends again or I swear to god where you end up going you'll never even come close to seeing Cam again." Isaac added with no lack of venom in his tone. That seemed to do the trick because the look on his father's face could best be described as complete horror as he phased through the wall and out into the world beyond the school's walls.

Stiles slowly moved forward to the still visibly seething form of Isaac reaching out a hand only to have Isaac turn around and wrap his arms tightly around him. He wasn't sure what to do until he felt Isaac's body beginning to tremble in his arms and as he felt tears working their way onto his shirt. Stiles held Isaac in turn as the curly haired teen as he steadily broke down in his arms.

"Hey, Isaac, it's okay, he's not going to come back any time soon, it's going to be okay. You want me to be honest, that was two types of awesome back there, one you knocked Finstock out and heaven knows he's had that coming, and then you ripped your dad a new one, that had to have felt good right?" Stiles asked rubbing Isaac's back.

Isaac nodded with a heavy sigh as he pulled himself back together slowly loosening his grip on Stiles and backing up a little. He had a smile on his face but it was still laced with a sliver of pain and sorrow. "Yeah, it was more what he said though, that Cam was the son he wanted, not me. When my mom found out that died she got closer to me, I was the only son she had left, and then dad got worse, really bad and she ended up leaving one night, and she didn't come back. We only found out she was dead when a police officer came in from another town to tell us they'd found her car wrapped around a tree." Isaac said. "She couldn't handle having lost one son and her husband, and I was never quite enough, not that I could protect her back then. He wasn't hard on her too, 'you're babying him, you were never this good to Cam, he's going to end up weak and end up dead just like our first son'." Isaac began to say, filling the gathered pack around him. "He blamed her for Cam dying, I couldn't take it anymore." Isaac said as he went and grabbed the rest of his things and got ready to leave. "I consider his ghost being around a severe insult to my mother's memory, and I swear to god I'm going to send him to hell for the hell he put us both through." he added tersely his eyes flashing gold again.

"Listen Isaac, you don't need to go through it alone, you need us you let us know okay?" Scott asked as he moved forward to the beta he'd taken in from Derek's former pack. "I'm here for you, so is the rest of the pack." Scott said getting short nods from the twins. "I'm sure Derek and Stiles and everyone will help you too." Scott concluded before Isaac left the room. The curly topped teen just nodded his thanks and left, the event had been hard on him, they could all tell, but right now he needed comforting, and he knew where to go for that.

"Alright, so now that we know that István is indeed the biggest tool of them all I think it's time I read everyone in on my plans to deal with the bastard." Stiles said as the pack made their way out of the locker room and over to his place, they agreed seeing as since Derek had likely been there all day on his own they knew Stiles wouldn't want to leave him waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary for him to get back home.

True to form Derek was waiting patiently in the living room; book in hand and the television set to one of those classical music channels. As Stiles came in with everyone else he got up and made his way over, pulling Stiles into a soft kiss. "Well while you were off at school your mother and I had more time to talk about you…so many embarrassing stories." Derek said with a playful smirk before he slowly pulled away to look at the others now filing into the house.

"That's okay babe, I'll just get some on you from Cora, I guarantee she'd be glad to give me dirt on you." Stiles replied as he took the wind right out of his boyfriend's sails. "Hope you don't mind I wanted these guys to be aware of what I had planned for next week." Stiles added as he walked hand in hand into the kitchen.

Derek nodded as everyone passed through until he spotted Jay who froze in place as the former alpha locked eyes with him. Derek's eyes flashed blue for a brief moment as though in warning and Jay nodded a silent understanding as he joined the others.

"Okay, so what is this grand plan of yours?" Jay inquired once he passed by the silent sentinel that was Derek Hale.

"I'm going to call the Wild Hunt on István and whatever sort of bizarre army of the dead he decides to raise to defend him." Stiles said simply, shrugging as he moved over to a chair at the dining room table. It was only now that he could smell something in the oven. "Derek…are you doing what I think you're doing?" he asked as he looked between the oven and Derek.

"If you mean cooking dinner for you and me, then yes, I would have made more but I wasn't expecting anyone else today." Derek said as he went over to the stove and pulled out the barbequed chicken he had in there along with the brownies under that. "There might be enough, but I'll have to fix more later." Derek added as he began dishing it all out.

"I'll be fine with a glass of water; my parents will want to make sure I have dinner with them. Must say Stiles that is certainly a very direct solution to the issue, if a bit extreme, have you considered any other options?" Jay asked as he eyed the High Priest.

"I'm going with my gut on this, the Hunter's Moon is coming up, it feels the best time to call the hunt, it also feels like it would be the most effective at genuinely cleaning this area up, and maybe leave it clear for a while after." Stiles said as Derek began to set plates in front of everyone except Jay who he left with a glass of ice cold water. "And I know most of us could use a break from the insanity." he added looking over at Scott.

"Lacking in subtlety, but then you are only human." Jay said with a soft shrug. "I do like the overall plan of this though, also keeps the courts from being at each other's throats." Jay added with a soft sigh. "You've no doubt noted Mrs. Lake's response to my presence at the school?" Jay asked as he looked the younger wolves over. "This is because winter and summer really don't get along, and in fact both have been actively seeking a way to start a war to gain dominance over the other. Calling the hunt would force them to work together and might actually draw out those rogue elements in either court that are interested in upsetting the natural balance." Jay added. "My family, we like that balance, keeps us happy, keeps us safe, it's more the harsher ones that want to gain power. Even in the case of the fae you get your nutjobs, and believe me, I like them as much as you do." Jay added before Matt made his way forward.

"That chicken smells really good, and I saw what this guy is planning to eat, please don't make me have to deal with that." Matt said as he inwardly cringed at the sight of the meal planned for Jay that evening.

"And we owe you anything why?" Derek asked, recognizing the voice as that of the psychotic former classmate of Stiles and Scott who nearly got him killed.

"I think dying is punishment enough for almost killing you." Matt retorted only to get a glare from Derek.

"It would have if you'd stayed that way you homicidal piece of…" Derek added as he stalked forward only to be stopped by Stiles as he held a hand out to press into Derek's chest.

"Aw, how precious, you two did get together." Matt added as Jay's head tilted slightly. "Told you two you were cute together." he added looking hungrily at the food on the table.

"Stiles, if I give you permission to kill Peter do I have permission to kill that guy once your new friend lets him loose?" Derek asked looking dead into Jay's eyes the younger figure immediately shrinking back a little..

"Derek, babe, we need him alive for now." Stiles said as he pulled him down to look at him. "Besides I think being forced to eat whatever it is that's making him want to avoid it like the plague will be worse than just killing him again." Stiles said as he rubbed Derek's back. "Matt, maybe you can have what my mate cooks once you prove you're not a cold heartless psychopathic killer, though considering you've already killed some people already, yeah it's not looking good for you." Stiles added turning to look at Jay.

Matt just looked glumly through Jay's eyes at Stiles a moment longer before his sight faded to be replaced by Jay's again, the fae in question speaking up. "You really should take it easy on the poor guy, he really won't be getting much and heaven knows he didn't have a good final meal." Jay said easily tapping into Matt's memories. "I want you to know that thought he's not sorry for what he did yet, it won't take long until he realizes he should." Jay added as he got up from his seat, downing the water before heading to the door.

"I have little doubt on that." Stiles said as he and the wolves began to eat up. "And let Matt know that once he can feel anything other than pissed off, he can enjoy whatever winter court cuisine has to offer, I'm half tempted to…ah screw it, he can have his frozen TV dinner tonight." Stiles added getting a few facepalms from the wolves and a sigh from Derek. "Yeah not gonna lie that one was far from my best." Stiles added before shrugging.

"No, no it really wasn't." Scott groaned as he kept eating, hoping the taste of the food would remove the horrible taste that joke had left behind. The twins seemed to certainly enjoy their share and Derek joined in once Jay had left to Stiles' enjoyment.

Once they had all had enough to eat the twins and Scott made their ways home thanking Derek for the food and Stiles for the hospitality before leaving the two alone in the house for the first time in a while. Derek got up and began washing the dishes until he was interrupted by Stiles' hands moving around in front of him and wrapping around his midsection.

"I still owe you a back rub." Stiles said as he turned Derek around to face him. "And as we have the house to ourselves, I fully intend to make good on that." he added before he led them up to his room.